Keep Holding On.

In my eyes, poem is the language of love. (: Witch is why I LOVE it (: It has nothing too do with Avril either (: I jus hat title.

Love is a word,

Not too be used.

It's just a dead end,

and a lifeless muse.

Broken hearted,

Just once more,

You had to go..

Just too even the score.

Yes I love you.

I thought you knew.

I guess I waited,

Just waited for you.

Pretending each day,

Hiding the tears,

The smiles are fake,

They're cutting like shears.

Blurring visions,

Dimming light,

If life was ending,

I'd choose it tonight.

Love is death.

They are the same.

So I'll live with it.

And I'll take the blame.

 

.Cleo.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Ignore grammar. Just the poem. (:

Reviews

[Chloe Christine]

Why thanks (:

[deeps]

I like the emotion you have expressed in this
Very well written as well. Great feeling involved.